Living History

In every town, in every city, there are buildings that are being reclaimed by nature. The trees, the roots, are eating what man has made. The fingers reach out and grab a hold of the bricks, of the wood, and they wiggle their way into every little crack. The roots push through the foundation and pull on the ceiling, until floors rise and roofs collapse. Vines have wrapped their arms around window frames and have snaked around shattered glass. Years of rain have left tear marks running down the faces of these ghosts. The earth is taking back the space that man attempted to claim. This is nature’s territory and we are just visitors. Other buildings go up around those that crumble to their death, a never-ending story of birth and decay.

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Snapshots of My Life


A 115 pounds of personal belongings.

Entertainment for a 27 hour journey.

Thai Pizza- DO NOT EAT

A dog in a clothing store that would not get away from my feet.

The sweetest lady who I buy fruit from each morning.

Too hot for dog sweaters.

Thailand’s version of a gym.

Retired play structure.

Exposed bone structure.

Makeover for Buddha.

Public trans.

Japanese restaurant we went to for dinner.

Japanese noodle soup with mushrooms.

Thank you Ashley.

Little details.

What happens when you remain in one place for too long.

On my walk to work.

The house I stare at when I sit on my balcony.

Focusing on my surroundings.

No idea what is going on here, but the wreath on the right is made of soup spoons.


Thai Fashion.

Bothering Danni at work.

Took Took Time….

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Emptying My Brain: 2

Wrote the intro to a chapter, perhaps the beginning of my books chapter. Feedback please!

 

“I was fifteen the first time I put a dollar bill in my nose.” I stared back at the computer screen. At what I had just written, just admitted. Although only to myself, it was still a confession. A confession of an act that had taken place over five years ago. I glanced back at the prompt that lay on the table next to my laptop. When I started community college my Dad had gotten me my own computer. It was somewhat outdated when I bought it new, but it was the choice he had settled on. That was how my dad was, always looking for a way to save money. A way to cut corners. However, in this case, it had come to bite him in the ass. I was getting ready to transfer to a University, the laptop only a few years old, and I was already in dire need of a new one.

“Dad, everyone in college will have Macs.” Saying this with such certainty, as if I knew anyone in college, or as if I had spent any time on a University campus. “My laptop is so heavy that it will be a bitch to carry all over the place. Remember when you were there with Taylor and how many hills there were on campus and how bad your knees hurt?” Using the pain of my Dad’s knees had finally convinced him to buy me a new computer before I moved in the Fall. Perhaps he had associated the pain that shot through his own legs as he struggled with small inclines, with the pain I was suggesting would be placed on my shoulders and back, if I were to carry around this stone dinosaur he called a laptop.

In less than a year I would be joining my brother at the University of California Santa Cruz, as a junior transfer and literature major. I stared back at the prompt again. Creative Writing 101- “Describe an experience you will never forget.” The only sentence I had written glowed back at me from the screen. Am I really fucking writing this? I asked myself. Is this the best I can do?